Conduct will only be awarded to the side that forfeits the least (cursing within the story is allowed as this is a story)
Arguments will be awarded for the side providing the more interesting continuation of the story.
Sources will be awarded to the side with better writing techniques and displays a better ability with writing a story.
Both sides will produce a story starting with the Challenger. One story will be created, and must be continued on from both parties within the debate.
A title, if desired, will be given at the end of the story
Once apon a time there was a little red nall named Tim, he was owned by a twisted sociopath. Tim saw many things happen, he saw 5 murders, 7 mortally injured. His best friend John was the first to go. The owner Jack put Tim on the counter to watch as John was stabbed and cut in half. Later that day Tim's only love the teddy bear Albert was f*cked up to the point where he became as dumb as a bag of stones. Tim ended up turning into a Nazi and formed the Neo-Nazi group known as Balls That Kill. Later that day he killed Jack and his whole family, only leaving his little sister Grace. Now it has been 20 years and Grace has moved back into the house with her family, bent on revenge. But little does she know that Balls that Kill have taken the neighborhood, and is ready to strike down on her, and the world in one fowl swoop.
Random and stupid but gets the job done, I hope you shall make it even better.
"I should really clean this stuff up," said Gracie. Toys were scattered about the floor in a dismayed fashion. Gracie didn't like to discuss the fact, or logic, of how she was a human born from toys. She didn't quite understand it either. The day was changing to dusk when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" She said while walking toward the door. It slowly creaked open and she saw none other than Henry Drift. He was so hot. She became extremely nervous and started prospering.
"Hello, Gracie," he said melodramatically, "I got you a present." He opened his hand. There he was. Tim. Henry then proceeded to leave without a word. Frightened, Gracie threw the ball on the ground. All the memories were flooding back. The blood. The tears. The screaming. She pondered how a ball would even be capable of that, then she remembered her own situation. The sun had finally set and the house grew silent. An uneasy silent.